Page 60 of Watch Me Burn

“Oh, Red… you don’t know what you’re doing.”

I do. See? That’s why I called him a big, bad wolf, too. I’m his Red, he’s my wolf, and I’m not waiting a moment longer to make him mine.

Conall, it seems, has the same idea.

It’s instinctive. I’m his mate and I’m waiting for him. He’s naked, already hard when he arrived here, and the moon fever has taken hold of him.

Really, what else could he do but mount me?

I don’t move as he positions the head of his cock where it belongs. I swallow my moans as he begins to push himself inside of me. But when he bottoms out?

I say his name like it’s a benediction.

“Conall…”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunts.

“Only if you’re mine,” I tell him, arching my back to take him deeper.

His claws trail over the curve of my ass. He’s pounding my pussy like he can’t get enough of me, but he’s as gentle as ever with his caresses as he says, “I have been from the moment you flounce into

“Flounced? I didn’tflounce!”

“Sashayed?” he teases.

Oh, I’ll give himsashayed…

I squeeze him. Putting as much of my core strength into it as I can, when he bottoms out inside of me again, I squeeze—and Conall howls.

Ha!

He doesn’t quite stop. As his howl reverberates around the cave, he moves his hands from my ass to my waist. Without pulling out of me completely, he shifts me so that he’s on his knees, I’m on his lap, and he’s staring right into my eyes as he fucks me.

His cheeks are hollowed as he grits out, “I’m about to come. The only way to finalize our the mate bond is to bite you when I do.”

I bare my throat to him. “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing,” he grates. “I just wanted to look at my witch one last time before I make you my mate.”

Then, with a strike as precise as a rattlesnake, he sinks his fangs into the side of my throat.

Can witches howl? I didn’t think so, but I give Conall a run for his money as every single nerve ending inside of meexplodes.

And that’s not all.

As my climax hits, I close my eyes as the fire bursts from behind my lids. Only… the air is suddenly heavy and dry. A strange wind whips through the cave, bouncing around us until slamming into the cave walls.

I wait until I stop spasming on his cock before I peek open one eye.

Conall’s fangs are still buried in my neck, his cock gently thrusting in and out of me. He doesn’t seem ready to break our connection yet, though I know he’s already come once, and if he wants to keep me on his lap with his dick still stretching me out, I’m perfectly okay with that.

Even if I wince a little when I see exactly what happened whenIcame.

So… it looks like, when a fire witch finalizes a bond with her mate, the fire part wants to get in on the action. That’s the only way I can explain it since I’ve had plenty of sex before and, uh, I’ve never casted a fire ring as large as the cave until now.

And I did. I totally did. That must’ve been what happened when the fire blazed behind my eyes, and the wind whipped around us. It wasn’t wind. It was my magic protecting both Conall and I as the fire formed a circle around us.

Not really sure why, but since we’re both okay…

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